Our lab once jumped in a river full of spawned out salmon and rolled around in all the carcasses. It was fucking horrible. Strangely, someone recommended washing him with tomato sauce which somehow got all of the smell out. He lived almost 20 years and was a great retriever although he would never let go of the birds. Usually their heads would come off when we'd pull the bird away from him.

In his later years he was sort of blind and couldn't find the ducks anymore, so we would use a tag-team approach. Our rottweiler would swim out to the ducks and the lab would follow. The rott would freak out as soon as he realized he had a living bird in his mouth and then the lab would snatch it from him and swim back with it.